The room was still cold, but our bodies were giving off steam.
I lowered my lips to his cock head as my hand slid up and down the shaft. I wrapped my lips around his cock and slid it into my mouth until I felt the tip hit the back of my throat. I didn’t gag. I pulled my lips back and slid his cock into my mouth again. I was getting better at taking him all into my mouth. Someday I’d surprise him with a little deepthroat action. Until then, he certainly didn’t complain.
I glanced up at him with his cock still in my mouth. Then I let it slide out and ran my tongue beneath the head, loving the way his eyes went dreamy as I teased the little bundle of nerves just below the slit.
He blew out a deep breath and said, “Get on top of me.”
I let go of his cock long enough to straddle him. He held his cock steady as I lowered my pussy onto him. I closed my eyes and held my breath as the head of his cock slid inside me. I paused for a moment and smiled at him, and then I slowly lowered myself onto him until my pussy was filled with his wonderful manhood.
I braced my palms on his chest and squeezed his nipples hard as I started slowly sliding my ass back and forth so his cock would slide in and out of me and brush my clit along the way. Chase liked to fuck me from behind, but this was my favorite position because every inch of my cunt got to play.
Chase massaged my tits and teased my nipples as I rode his cock back and forth. I grinned to myself. Rachel had wanted me to ride a cock all those months ago. If you had told me that night how my life would have turned out, I would not have believed you.
Me with the asshole professor who gave me an F?
No fucking way!
Chase was tensing up beneath me. He slid his hands under my thighs and started lifting me up and down on his cock—literally lifting me up and down with his powerful forearms and then slamming me back down until my pussy was impaled by his cock in a single thrust. Our bodies made slapping noises as our flesh came together.
“Oh god…” I moaned, leaning forward with my fingers digging into his chest. I closed my eyes and panted through my lips.
Chase was jackhammering me onto him now, slamming my pussy onto his cock like a derrick drilling for oil.
“I’m…coming…” he said.
“So…am…I…”
He lifted his ass off the bed until I was riding him like a bucking bronco. I started moving my ass back and forth and came at the same time he did.
My pussy walls tightened around his thick cock as I milked the hot cum out of him.
I squirted when I came, showering his cock and hips with my hot juices.
We made a fucking mess. Literally.
Our bodies were drenched in sweat and cum and pussy juice.
But we didn’t care.
We didn’t care about anything but being together.
Forever.
I collapsed into Chase’s arms and struggled to catch my breath.
He kissed me and told me that he loved me.
I told him that I loved him, too.
We had done it. We had saved each other.
And we had a little angel to thank for it.
THE END
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First Chapter Sample: ACE: A Secret Baby Sports Romance
Chapter One
“Two eggs, scrambled, side of bacon and toast. As always, I threw in an extra piece of bacon for ya,” I said with a wink.
“Ah, thank you, Scarlet. You certainly know how to take care of this old man. Why don’t you come down here for a kiss?”
I smiled through my annoyance. This wasn’t the first time Mr. Johnson had tried to get me to kiss him, and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last. “I hope you’ll settle for another hug,” I said as I leaned in and gave him a quick embrace.
As soon as his hand touched my back, it wandered down toward my behind. I threw a hand up to stop him and shook my head, a smile still plastered on my lips. The move was a reflex I had developed over the years to protect myself from the handsy, older crowd.
“You got me again, Scarlet,” he said.
“You’ll just have to try harder,” I replied. Obviously, I didn’t want him to ever grab my behind. However, the more playful I was, the better he tipped, and since the man tipped like we were still living in the fifties, I needed all the help I could get. It was a frustrating cycle I found myself in, but it paid the bills, if only barely.
I weaved through the diner and pushed my way into the kitchen. Greg, my manager, was working the grill since the cook had called in sick. He was about as old as Mr. Johnson and twice as round. Whenever he worked the grill, navigating the narrow aisles of the kitchen was a real struggle.